[This is the poem that made me think ‘Hmmm… Sixgun Sid?’
Which led to a plethora of (at least one) ‘adventures’]
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Cowboys and Red Indians they ride in any weather
Though one will get a soggy hat and one a soggy feather
And all that soggy headwear has been happening forever
Cos Cowboys and Red Indians are really not that clever
Cowboys and Red Indians they rarely get together
When they chase each other they ride horses hell for leather
And Sitting Fox seeks Sixgun Sid for he’s a scalp to sever
And Cowboys and Red Indians they rarely get called Trevor
Cowboys and Red Indians they simply wont endeavour
To shelter under canvas when its raining… No, not ever
Yet even when they're soaking wet they shrug and say “Whatever.”
For Cowboys and Red Indians will share a teepee never
Bloody Valentine..
A blistering and heavy, passionate night
The best Valentine's Day I had in years
Every minute at that point felt right
Until I heard him accidentally, call her name
The way he kissed me, the way he came to me
Made my skin crawl with envy!
I shut my eyes and opened them to a darker light
I pressed him away with rage
Suddenly the love began to fade off into the night
The flowers he gave me I trashed during the fight
I end my day with nothing more to say
Like a thief in the dark, my mind drove me insane
The echoes in my headwear; calling out her name
My sweet Valentine turned into a passion of crime
The thought of his heart not wholly mine
Put a tune on my obsession that I could not tolerate
Deep pain then came the hate
At last, ~ by morning light
I woke up next to the man I love
I found myself all covered up with his descent
His guts where spread like a blanket all over my bed
I reached and grabbed a rag and wiped off all his filth
At last ~ I felt no longer blind
I agreed to share what was on his lips
I send his ex-wife half of his tenderness
I believe he chose not to forget her, from the beginning...
:-)
Fields on hills a patchwork of colour Green gold rice barley prairies
The sun filtering through the lace curtains danced on the tabletop
The cats unblinking yellow eyes exuded an air of quiet confidence
Square cut emerald ring perfectly bobbed red hair Table untouched
Spanish shawl embroidered in red blue+gold Freshly baked cakes
Incredible dishes innovative old receipes delightful establishment
Lavender, rose, aromatic coffee, talcum powder with a hint of lemon
The Chef tradition of long robes High headwear and flowing habits
Overhead speakers piped the singing of the sacred maidens songs
Wavy greying hair Family of baby ducklings Dying mans wishes
The air moist and heavy with sweet living scents of the woody forest
Lions leopards diamond pythons toucans cooed sidled and preened
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